【Double Flower】Honeysuckle

Seven in the morning.

The phone alarm rang on time.

Although probably no one would read it, the small words "10:30 to catch a flight to Q City" on the screen still brightly lit up along with the backlight.

With eyes closed, Zhang Jiale touched the phone to turn off the alarm, and sat up from the bed.

Get off the ground, walk into the bathroom with slippers on, and look at the face in the mirror.

After only a few days of not shaving, two or three bluish spots emerged from the stubble on his chin.The bangs on the forehead are slightly longer, covering half of the eyes.But in the exposed eye, the fearless light that was full of fanaticism and joy in his youth has long since receded.

The face in the mirror is no longer the immature and ignorant face five years ago.

He lowered his eyes, picked up the toothpaste in the tooth cup, squeezed out a piece on the toothbrush, smelled the cool smell of spearmint, and couldn't help being dazed again.

Since then, how long has he not changed the taste of toothpaste?

Because of the rain the night before, the dust in the air was washed clean.The sky was clear and bright, and the clear sunlight that was rarely seen in City B flooded into the room along with the fresh air outside the window, waking up Zhang Jiale who was still nestled in the quilt and tried to stay in bed.

He opened his eyes, was stung by the bright sunlight and squinted slightly, lazily rubbing against the blanket, a picture suddenly flashed in his mind.

A confession as light as a feather, a deep and lingering kiss, a soft and numb heart, a sweet and numb brain...

Scenes of what happened last night were unreservedly displayed to Zhang Jiale in every detail.There seemed to be a soft, warm and powerful touch on his lips, so he couldn't help reaching out to touch it, but he couldn't help giggling when his hand was in mid-air.

"What are you smirking at? Hurry up, we have 15 minutes to go down and gather." Sun Zheping poked his head out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth, glanced at him, slurred his words, and spewed out some white toothpaste foam from time to time.

But his face was clear as usual.

Zhang Jiale looked at him carefully, not wishing to let go of any sign on his face that could show that the two sudden kisses were not his dream.

However, nothing.

Everything is probably true, just a dream of his.

There was the sound of gargling from the bathroom, huh huh huh.

Obviously he was still sitting on the bed.

But where did the cold water come from, drenching him from head to toe, freezing him so much that he just wanted to wrap himself in a blanket and curl up into a ball.

He raked two handfuls of hair indiscriminately, put on the balled up T-shirt, walked sideways to Sun Zheping who was packing up the toiletries, walked into the bathroom, and picked up the toothbrush with his head down.

The mint and lemon flavored toothpaste, with a hint of bitterness in the coolness, choked along the tip of his tongue all the way to the tip of his throat.

"Not yet?" Seemingly impatient with waiting, Sun Zheping raised his voice in the room: "Did I tidy up your things together?"

Zhang Jiale quickly spit out a mouthful of foam: "Thank you."

He faced the mirror and patted his cheek with a towel soaked in cold water.

Life is so short, and there are still so many things to do, he has no time to be depressed.

"Zhang Jiale! Cheer up!" He clenched his fists and lightly touched the person in the mirror. When he turned his head, he saw Sun Zheping leaning on the door frame of the bathroom with two travel bags in his hands, watching with great interest. with him.

"I'm very interested." Sun Zheping looked anxious, "There is toothpaste froth at the corner of his mouth."

Zhang Jiale subconsciously reached out to wipe it off, but the next moment, someone raised his face with his chin in his hand.

A kiss was lightly pecked at the corner of his mouth.

"You..." Zhang Jiale's eyes widened, before he could speak, he was stopped by another deep kiss.

The heat in the blood vessels that had long receded boiled up again in an instant.There seemed to be a layer of tulle between him and the world, so that his eyes were hazy, his ears seemed to be blocked by something, and he was only surrounded by a muffled hum, making it impossible to think.

Finally, Sun Zheping let go of him.

"This is a reward." Sun Zheping shrugged regretfully, and waved the travel bag in the other hand to Zhang Jiale as if asking for credit, and joked, "It's so boring to just say thank you."

Looking at Zhang Jiale who was frozen in place, with blush spreading from his neck to the tips of his ears, Sun Zheping couldn't help reaching out and touching the top of his head again and again.

Could it be that if you work harder, the person in front of you will be able to spit out steam?

Leaning closer to Zhang Jiale's ear, Sun Zheping blew maliciously on his already almost ripe thin auricles: "Change toothpaste, I don't like the lemon flavor very much."

Zhang Jiale subconsciously nodded, suddenly seemed to realize something, and pushed Sun Zheping out of the bathroom.

Everything seems to be different.

But can't tell what's different.Because if you look closely, everything now is no different from before.

It was still the familiar summer break, the familiar sunshine, lying on the familiar bed in the familiar room of the familiar small building, and when I opened my eyes, what I saw was still the ceiling with damp yellow water stains.

The sunlight that was much softer than City B fell in Zhang Jiale's eyes, refracting his pupils into two pieces of honey-golden amber, but he didn't reach out to block it, but faced the direction of the sunlight and laughed.

A year ago, he was still hugging the back of his head that was hurt by the window sill, nestled on the bed at a loss;

But now, he could reasonably expect the sound of a person's footsteps.

As if responding to his expectation, the familiar footsteps and the familiar groaning of the wooden floor came in from the corridor from far to near.

Sun Zheping pushed open the door, looked at Zhang Jiale who was lying flat on the bed, looking at him with a smile, lifted his chin high, and grinned: "Good news or bad news, which one should you listen to first?"

Zhang Jiale blinked: "Listen to what you like to say."

Sun Zheping sat down on Zhang Jiale's bed, fell backwards, and lay a pillow on Zhang Jiale's stomach: "The salary has been paid."

"Fat again?" Zhang Jiale puffed up his stomach vigorously, then let out his anger suddenly, playing with Sun Zheping's head up and down: "It wasn't until a few months ago..."

"Although we are not the champions, this competition has raised the public's attention to Hundred Blossoms to several levels. Of course, there will be more sponsors. If there are more sponsors, the wages must be raised." He smugly patted Patting Zhang Jiale's stomach, "So, the team's establishment of a youth academy and moving the club are also on the agenda."

"I don't care." Zhang Jiale narrowed his eyes and stretched his waist: "Where is the team building is not a choice, but...wait!" He suddenly stood up and sat up on the bed, his eyes sparkling : "Youth training camp? Will the youth training camp invite us to bring newcomers!"

"Although it's not your main job, it's true." Sun Zheping raised his hand and tapped him on the forehead, "You're going to be a master! Are you happy!"

"It's so cool!" Zhang Jiale yelled, couldn't hold back the smile all over his face, and waved his fist heavily: "There must be many children who come in the name of Master Mu Ben! Look at my hundred-flower style of play! Biubiubiu !" He grabbed a large handful of candy from the table, threw it at Sun Zheping, his hands immediately formed the shape of a pistol: "You little thief will attack me!"

Sun Zheping was sprinkled with five-colored candies, and suddenly became quiet, only looking at Zhang Jiale with a smile.

He was bathed in the bright sunlight, covered with a faint halo by that layer of golden sarong.He smiled, the corners of his brows and eyes were full of pride and joy.Even though it was against the light, his smile still blended with the sun into the richest and sweetest honey, wrapping himself layer by layer.

Sun Zheping sat up from the bed, stretched out his hand, grabbed Zhang Jiale's wrist, and brought the man who was still yelling "I'll call you Dad" into his arms: "Don't move, let me I'll hold you for a while."

Zhang Jiale in his arms suddenly became quiet.After a while, a pair of hands carefully followed his waist and climbed up his back.

Zhang Jiale's muffled voice came from the gap between the two: "What is the bad news?"

Sun Zheping smiled, and rubbed his chin on the top of his head: "You have become a big star, and you will probably have to wear a mask when you go out in the future. Don't forget each other even if you are rich?"

Zhang Jiale let out a "puchi" laugh, rubbed Sun Zheping's chest vigorously, looked up at Sun Zheping's face, "What are you talking about, Sun Daxingxing!"

"Don't tell me, advertisers will definitely like to find you in the future." Sun Zheping lowered his head and couldn't help but ruffle Zhang Jiale's fine hair: "Who told you that you are good-looking."

"Haha, you're so nasty!" Zhang Jiale covered his mouth and moved closer to his face, even though his entire face, including the exposed neck and ears, was reddening at a speed visible to the naked eye, and looked at Sun Zheping without blinking: "I Is it really that pretty?"

"Go, go, don't say good things twice." Sun Zheping suddenly realized something, couldn't help but pause, but immediately put on a look of disgust, opened his palm to Zhang Jiale's forehead, and laughed at this The flushed fool pushed aside, and poured down a whole pot of honeysuckle tea that had been cold on the side.

My heart is full of fire, and I am afraid that it will be useless to drink any tea at this time.Sun Zheping cursed secretly, and was taking deep breaths to calm down, but Zhang Jiale laughed and jumped on his back: "Why are your ears red?"

ask for it.

He turned around and grabbed Zhang Jiale who couldn't dodge in time, and the two of them fell onto the bed beside them.

Being pressed on the bed, Zhang Jiale screamed in pain, and immediately wiped the tip of his nose, and met Sun Zheping's dark eyes.

He smiled slyly, pouted his lips suddenly, and kissed Sun Zheping like a dragonfly: "The sound insulation here is not good."

"Never mind him." Sun Zheping lightly stroked Zhang Jiale's lips, and whispered against his ear, "During the summer break, who else do you think is here besides the two of us?"

"Bang bang bang."

The door behind him rang in time.

Zhang Jiale laughed loudly, rolled to one side, crossed his legs to watch Sun Zheping go to open the door with bulging veins and black clouds all over his body.

Outside the door was Mo Chuchen carrying luggage.

As if feeling the low pressure in Sun Zheping's body, Mo Chuchen took half a step back indistinctly: "I...I'm leaving, come say hello."

Zhang Jiale's laughter in the room became louder: "Chu Chen, walk slowly, pay attention to safety!"

Sun Zheping tried his best to ignore the schadenfreude in Zhang Jiale's laughter, gritted his back teeth, pulled Mo Chuchen's shoulders, turned him around, and pushed him all the way up the stairs: "I will, okay, see you off. "

"No, no, no!" Mo Chuchen's back felt cold, and he quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor with his luggage: "I wish you all a pleasant summer break, I will take a step first and there will be a period later!"

Sun Zheping snorted, "You run really fast."

Zhang Jiale laughed loudly: "Are you still coming?"

Sun Zheping turned his head away: "What are you doing, come with me to the supermarket to buy something!"